I just glanced at the calendar, and realized I will be 30 in under a week.
*panic attack ensues*
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I’ve been choosing to ignore the impending date of the big 3-0. I’ve done pretty good so far. I’ve even tried on saying that I’m 30 when people ask. I guess that it’s my attempt to nullify the sound of saying that I’m 30. Although, I’ve had three incidents in the last two months that have made me feel pretty good. First incident occurred at the casino when I took my Dad out for a veteran’s day dinner. I’d only been to the boat three times since it opened (not a gambler first time I went I gambled 10 won 11 and quit) and Dad had never actually been inside. Anyway we went onto the boat and I follow Dad through the over 25 lane where they don’t card you and I got stopped. The guy that stopped me was my age or younger and I’m thinking your carding me. He asked how old I was and that’s when I proclaimed 30. Like how dare you question my age. Than I realized I should be very glade he carded me. Second incident was at the store with my Mom when I attempted to purchase a case of beer and two bottles of wine. The cashier asked if I was even 18. I chuckled said almost 30 and handed her my driver’s license she laughed and said well you look younger than my 18 year old. Mom took it as a complement as well; no one ever believes that my Mom is 63. She looks a little closer to her age than she did before two bouts of cancer but still not 63. The third incident happened a few after Christmas at Walmart where I *gasp* tried to buy a rated R movie. The movie made the register ping the cashier looked at me and said your not over 18 your Mom will have to buy the movie for you. *Excuse Me* I promptly pulled out my id and handed it to her proclaiming I’m 30 (almost). She assured me that I had the face of a child and that I was blessed. It made me feel good to a degree but I feel like I’ve earned my stripes and shouldn’t have to prove it anymore. Oh well. It’s funny when I was a kid I developed before all the other girls, I was taller too, and I had a woman’s body in every way by the time I was 12. Back then everyone thought I was at least 16 now no one believes I’m over 20????
How am I supposed to keep up with what’s going on in your life if you don’t update your blog?
Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you could LIVE WITH ME or something. ;P